Chapter 8

After confirming Lisbeth had nowhere to run, Christia didn’t scold her right away. Instead, she sat down right in front of her and observed Lisbeth up close. Lisbeth was shivering slightly, clutching her chest tightly.

“Hey, why are you covering your chest? Anyone would think I’m about to do something awful to you.”

“N-No? Aren’t you going to cut off my breasts?”

Clearly, Lisbeth had taken Christia’s earlier threat seriously. She shielded her chest desperately, as if protecting her most precious possession, and leaned back as far as she could. Seeing this, Christia chuckled lightly. “Hmm, you’re right. I really do want to cut them off~”

“I knew it! Wah wah wah, please don’t! If you cut them off, my happy moments after every bath will be ruined!”

“Are you really the Hero…”

In Christia’s eyes, Lisbeth was utterly pathetic—nothing like the person she’d met in the throne room initially. Yet, seeing Lisbeth’s reaction, Christia’s anger cooled a little. Still smiling, she asked, “Alright, if you answer my questions honestly, I might leave your vulgar breasts alone. After all, they felt quite nice when I rubbed against them this morning.”

“Right, right! These breasts are amazing, aren’t they! Oh, I don’t know who made this body, but that person’s a genius! The softness is perfect—every man’s dream! If you want, Lord Demon King, you could ask them to help you… uh… I mean…”

Whenever breasts were mentioned, Lisbeth got inexplicably excited. And when excited, she tended to blurt out unnecessary things. Her latter words clearly annoyed Christia, who’d just calmed down. The icy glint in Christia’s eyes proved it.

“If you bring up those damn breasts again, I won’t hesitate to cut them off right now.”

“Wah wah wah! I’m sorry! Just please don’t touch them!”

“Hmph.”

Seeing Lisbeth had learned her lesson, Christia snorted coldly. “First, answer me: why do you know the name Tiel? Only Father and Mother should know it. How did you learn it?”

“It’s a secret~”

“Huh!?”

“Wah wah wah! Don’t squeeze my breasts so hard!!”

The moment Christia heard Lisbeth’s instant reply, she grabbed one breast fiercely. “If you don’t want to lose this useless fat in my hands, answer me honestly!”

“Ow ow ow! It hurts! Lord Demon King, please let go!”

“Hmph. Then answer quickly.”

Realizing Lisbeth was genuinely in pain, Christia released her. Lisbeth immediately covered both breasts again, determined not to let go this time.

“I said, answer honestly and I won’t harm you. One more chance: why do you know Tiel?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Lisbeth, are you playing with me?”

Lisbeth knew the consequences of refusing, yet she persisted. Her eyes held firm resolve—as if she’d never speak, no matter what.

“Lord Demon King, I cannot tell you this.”

“Then what exactly can you tell me!?”

As Lisbeth finished, Christia’s face flushed with anger. She pointed at Lisbeth. “Honestly, I don’t understand you! With the siege against the humans imminent, you barged into my Demon King’s Fortress claiming to be my servant. But after making you announce your capture and order their retreat, you’ve never given us a straight answer!”

“If you weren’t so strong we couldn’t touch you, I’d have you hanged and beaten for three days to make you talk! Yet even after your body became this flat-chested form, you still refuse to say a word. What’s wrong with you!”

Christia’s pent-up questions burst out the moment they were alone.

Ah, she’s still just a ten-year-old child. Though Christia inherited the Demon King title at ten, her mental fortitude wasn’t fully tempered. No matter how mature she seemed daily, past her limit, she acted like an impatient child desperate for answers.

“Lord Demon King, please calm down~”

“What!?”

Lisbeth still wouldn’t answer. Instead, she patted Christia’s head. “Though I can’t answer many things, understand this: I said I’d be your servant, so I’ll never betray you. And one more thing—I want you to know.”

“W-What is it?”

Christia had every reason to chop off that hand, yet whether from this morning’s embrace or now, she felt a warm sensation.

“That I love you more deeply than anyone in this world. Though you might not believe it.”

“Y-You! What are you suddenly saying!!!”

“N-No! I’m the Demon King, you’re the Hero! We can’t be together! Your confession surprised me, but… Ah!?”

Lisbeth’s sudden confession threw Christia into chaos. Instead of stopping, Lisbeth grabbed Christia’s small hand and gazed at her affectionately.

“Th-That… this… you…”

Christia’s face turned as red as an apple. Just as the pinkish atmosphere peaked, Lisbeth’s next words froze it solid.

“Also, this body isn’t flat at all—it has so much I never had! I’m so grateful to whoever made it, and to you for putting my soul in! Oh, fondling such perfect breasts every night is just…”

“Wah wah wah! It hurts so much!!!”

“You… you damn Buxom Fox!!!!”

The pleasant mood shattered. Christia grabbed Lisbeth’s breasts again, squeezing with all her might.

“What’s so great! What’s so great! It’s just big breasts!! I’ll grow mine that big someday! I definitely will!!!”

“Wah wah wah! I get it! I get it!! So don’t take it out on my breasts, Lord Demon King!!”

Christia ignored Lisbeth’s cries, mercilessly squeezing her breasts. Finally, when Hilda found them in the Secret Passage, Lisbeth was quietly sobbing, clutching her chest…